When Lucifer rebelled, Enoch's friend, Caleb, meant to join him and his fellow rebels. Instead, Enoch wrestled him to the ground and pinned him until Lucifer and his band were tossed into the pit. Enoch thought Caleb would be grateful, would realize he'd saved him. Not so. Caleb was cast to Earth in punishment and lost the Light. Again, he didn't repent. He bit mortals and sucked their blood for energy, infecting them with his immortality, creating a race of vampires. Enoch was sent to clean up Caleb's messes--a never ending task. But is Enoch beginning to love Earth as much as his fellow fallen angel? Does he want to go Home?

I've written three books about these two angels, but I don't have time to write a full-length Enoch novel now, so I'm consoling myself with a few short chapters instead. These are for fun. Hope you enjoy them, too.

​Redemption (the Fallen Angels series)

Chapter 1

Enoch stretched his long legs and tried to get comfortable in the cramped, waiting room chair. Voronika paced. The many scents of a hospital probably wreaked havoc with her senses. What a way for a vampire to spend Valentine’s Day! When Danny called, they’d rushed to get here. Enoch’s lovely mate had pulled her sleek, platinum-blonde hair into a quick ponytail and put blue contact lenses in her eyes. Feral yellow unnerved some people. Not him. He loved how exotic she was. Footsteps hurried down the hall and Danny burst into the room. “Ready to see her?” Voronika yanked Enoch to his feet and they followed Danny to Maggie’s room. Maggie gave a weary sigh when she saw them and raised her baby for Voronika to hold. Maggie's short, brown curls were plastered to her head, evidence of seven hours of labor--a petite woman trying to push out a good-sized infant. Enoch watched the look that passed between the two women as Voronika took the baby in her arms. True and total friendship. That a mortal nurse and his volatile vampire could bond so deeply surprised him, but then who’d have thought he’d end up with a mortal cop as a best friend? Danny would risk his life for Enoch—already had. And Enoch would blast any enemy in sight to save him. Befriending mortals came at a price. Enoch knew that, had tried to avoid it, but finally decided that Danny and Maggie were worth the emotional investment. Voronika’s expression melted when she looked at the baby cradled in her arms. The yearning to have a child had lessened when she and Enoch had adopted Angel, and Voronika loved the girl with every breath she didn’t take, but Voronika had been pregnant when Vlad changed her. A vampire’s body can’t support a child, so she’d lost the infant with no hope of ever having another. She bit her bottom lip, and Enoch placed his hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” She gave a quick nod. “I’m just so happy for Danny and Maggie.” Danny grinned. For a guy who looked like a football running back—which he’d been in high school—he could look downright goofy at times. He was so happy right now, he practically glowed. “You guys adopted Angel. There are babies out there who need homes, too.” “Maybe later.” Voronika lowered her face and nuzzled the baby’s nose. “Angel’s enough for right now.” She turned to Enoch and passed him the tiny bundle. He stared down at Evangeline. He’d argued against naming the baby after him or Voronika, and somehow, this was the compromise. Poor kid. She was eight pounds, six ounces, but looked fragile to him. She had Danny’s blonde hair. Not much of it, but enough. He tried to decide who she looked like and thought he saw more of Maggie in her than Danny. She squirmed in her blanket and stretched out an arm. Enoch stared. Her hand and fingers were so small, he worried he could hurt her on accident. The baby's moss-green eyes, like her mother's, focused on him. Eyebrows scrunched, she concentrated. Enoch could swear he saw a spark of immortality deep inside her. Their gazes connected, and she seemed to see the immortality in him. How did humans survive when they started out so fragile? He couldn’t understand how mortals survived, period. They were susceptible to disease, disasters, and everything in between. That’s what he admired about them. They just kept plugging away against the odds and enjoying themselves in spite of how unpredictable their lives were. There were no women at Home. Certainly no babies. At least, not among his fellow angels. Lillith had been the first female, created for Adam, and she’d left the Garden of Eden faster than Caleb had grown weary of the One. Eve had been created to take her place. Enoch couldn’t imagine a world without women now. What if there were no children? He thought of Angel. The eleven-year-old had enriched his life more than he’d ever thought possible. Maybe Caleb was right. Maybe Earth held blessings he couldn’t find at Home. As if reading his mind, Maggie asked, “Where’s Angel? Kids are allowed to come, too. She wanted to see the baby.” Voronika smiled. “She’s spending the night at a friend’s. They’re working on a project together. The Science Fair’s tomorrow.” Danny shook his head. “I hated those things. Whatever I cobbled together didn’t work when I set it up at school.” “Angel’s will.” Voronika pointed at Enoch. “Someone spent a lot of time, helping her make electricity by poking wires in lemons.” Maggie laughed, and the baby turned toward her. Instinctively, she knew her mother. And Enoch decided she'd recognized him, too--an angel far from Home. He started to hand her back to Voronika for one more cuddle before returning her to Maggie when the world went dark. He tensed. Danny and Voronika were laughing about some failed science project he’d tried as a child, but Enoch could hardly hear them. Panic, then fury raced through him. Caleb's emotions. Caleb was in trouble. Enoch could always feel his fellow angel’s strongest emotions. They were bonded that way. “Enoch?” Voronika’s hands touched his cheeks, cradling his face. He gulped deep breaths, worked to calm himself. “Take the baby.” Voronika lifted Evangeline from his arms, then her face swam before him. He blinked back to his world, his life. “Are you all right?” She studied him intently. “Something happened to Caleb. He’s in trouble.” “Really?” Voronika smiled. “How nice.” She hated Caleb, for good reason.